I believe you [men] capable of everything great and good in your married lives. I believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance, so long as - if I may be allowed the expression, so long as you have an object. I mean, while the woman you love lives, and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it) is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.

But if I were you, I would stand by the nephew. He has more to give.

One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.

Beware how you give your heart.

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

Where the wound had been given, there must the cure be found, if any where.